Su Shi'er did not believe he could accomplish that with his current abilities alone.
All he was doing now was suppressing the dark-gold divine runes as much as possible, temporarily isolating them with his own formations.
Once Wang Jingcheng's condition improved, he could draw upon the power of the Heavenly Palace Immortal of old to suppress the dark-gold divine runes completely and repair the grand array here.
Time passed little by little.
In the blink of an eye, three days had gone by.
Three days later.
Dark-gold divine runes still flickered across the Immortal Pillar's surface.
But without outside interference, and with the formations Su Shi'er had laid beforehand, the dark-gold divine runes covering the pillar's cracks had grown noticeably calmer.
That day.
Wang Jingcheng sat cross-legged before the Celestial Observation Seal.
As the Immortal Pillar's aura circulated, his previously weak and unstable aura gradually steadied.
Naturally, his injuries could not heal in such a short time.
But nourished by the aura within the Immortal Pillar, which shared the same origin as his own, they at least would not worsen.
Behind the Immortal Pillar, the withered body had long since turned into a heap of ash. Only a tattered Star Robe remained, lying quietly on the ground.
Wang Jingcheng abruptly opened his eyes. His gaze settled on the Star Robe, and with a solemn expression, he bowed deeply toward it.
"Wang Jingcheng, a junior of the Heavenly Palace, respectfully bids you farewell, Senior!"
As his words faded, the few remaining points of starlight on the Star Robe flickered softly several times before going dark forever.
Su Shi'er watched without interrupting.
Only after Wang Jingcheng had composed himself did he speak. "Fellow Daoist, lest delay bring complications, you must next draw upon the Immortal power remaining within the Immortal Pillar to